I’m sorry that you got mad when I brought my receptionist home.
When married, you have to pick your battles, some things are worth fighting for, others are not. This, to me is very logical, but if I wanted silence, I would go to a quieter place myself, and live to fight another day.
I wonder if one asked Alexa, ‘What is the meaning of life’, what the answer would be. I know what SIRI would say, “The meaning of life is to buy Apple products.”. (Or maybe not.)
It was by no means a free education, there’s always a price, though the price isn’t always monetary.
One thing that bothers me, and it shouldn’t; it’s just how or where such ones were raised, is axe instead of ask. “I don’t know, let me axe my mother.” Yet, I have never heard it the other way around. “Grab an ask from the tool shed, will you?”
So she invites him in, and he’s screwing the outlet?
Next time tell her something like, “All that candy just goes straight to the hips you know”. She will be glad to give you the last piece. She might even toss it to you, box and all.
Her female roommate and her sister told her not to marry me, they said I was a perv. While they were right, I’m glad she didn’t listen to them.
First poem I ever wrote to my wife, she lived in Washington state before we got married:
A snow covered mountain
A grass covered hill
The beauty of these
I’ve had my fill
Their beauty does
By comparison fade
To you my darling
Who I wanna get laid.
Must be the day before food shopping, he’s feeling all empty inside.